Am very jealous. Since I left college in 1999 I've not had access to a piano and I miss it.
When I go home to my parents' I sit down at what is notionally "my" piano and lurch lumpily through pieces that are now far too hard for me. My head still knows them, but my fingers can't keep up any more. I love Clair de Lune too, though probably not as much as Arabesque or even the comical Golliwog's Cakewalk.
When I Am Grown Up (heh) I shall have a digital piano, so I cna plug in headphones and play Schubert badly in the middle of the night without upsetting anyone.
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When I go home to my parents' I sit down at what is notionally "my" piano and lurch lumpily through pieces that are now far too hard for me. My head still knows them, but my fingers can't keep up any more. I love Clair de Lune too, though probably not as much as Arabesque or even the comical Golliwog's Cakewalk.
When I Am Grown Up (heh) I shall have a digital piano, so I cna plug in headphones and play Schubert badly in the middle of the night without upsetting anyone.